Treasure Island

Had a wee go at designing a new cover for Robert Louis Stevenson's classic adventure story.

In praise of shadows installed

Time Lapse

This chair character is a component of the narrative I will present for my Degree Show in May.

Lost Souls Wander

Text by the artist Mark Shields.

D+AD

My answer to a brief from this year's D&AD Student Awards. I chose to answer the brief set by The Partners, asking for a new kind of branding for a new touring art gallery that visits hospitals around the UK.

Editorial Brief

Editorial brief - image was to accompany this article.

'What are you Like?'

The outcome of a brief entitled 'What Are You Like?' The brief was to illustrate 8 of our favourite things.

Sea Eagles

Live brief set by the RSPB to come up with an idea for a site specific work to raise public awareness for one of their latest initiatives - re-introducing the White-tailed Sea Eagle back into Scotland.

It resolved itself in two forms - a TO LET sign for a nesting site and a Welcome Home banner - both unusual items to find in the forest = passers by are intrigued and awareness is raised.

Colour Days

Colour Days

A summer project for Uni. Illustrate 7 different emotions or feelings through the use of colour. Instead of doing abstract stuff (boooo) I've decided to illustrate 7 different places (back home in Belfast and in Dundee) that I go to, or find myself at when I'm feeling a certain way. They are coloured in tones that suggest a certain emotion. These 3 are places in Belfast.

88mph

Two images and a cover for the 'zine created and produced by Level 3 Illustration.

Aftermath

Live

To A Robin

You are dead now, poor thing.
The snag of hunger was too much for you,
Tight little ball of life
Paused.
All outstretched.

Your brightness withdraws,
An abandonment to decay.

No gentle oblivion of the earth awaits,
Just the sound of bones
Atop a concrete grave
And an epitaph of distaste
From the passers by.

Poem by Helen Woodroof, Illustration by myself

Magic Shoes

They were gold and glittery
And as I left the shop
Clutching my new treasures
The shop assistant warned me
Not to wear them in the rain.

I guarded them jealously
From the elements, as I imagined
The water would make
The glitter run off, leaving me
Standing in puddles of liquid gold.

And I was caught out
One day by the rain.
But as the umbrellas went up,
All that fell with the drops
Was a sense of disappointment.

Poem by Helen Woodroof, Illustration by myself

Innocence

It smells like the hot, wet tarmac,
The sensual, heavy smell, the
Fertility of the earth oozing through
The cracks.

And we flew over its surface
Young and shining and
Unaware of this adult torture
The sick games we play.
When a boy was just a boy and not
An enemy, a counterpart in
These bizarre dances,
These ever shrinking circles.
We stalk around each other.

And as the years slip by,
The puzzle fills in, the
Truth weighs us down, the ins
And outs, the mechanics.
Until one day,
We’re not children any more.

A Collaborative work. Poem by Helen Woodroof, Illustration by myself.

Bright Sadness

A brief aiming tocreate images that portray real human emotion in an accessible way.

Orphan Object

There, first blog done. Flash Illustrations of a little Marmalade pot for an Orphan Object brief.